She’s made of hair and bone and little teeth
And things I cannot speak
She comes on like a crippled plaything
Spine is just a string.
I wrapped our love in all this foil
Silver tight like spider legs
I never wanted it to spoil
But flies will lay their eggs.
Take your hatred out on me
Make your victim my head
You never ever believed me
I am your tourniquet.
Prosthetic synthesis with buitterfly
Sealed up with virgin stitch
If it hurts
Please tell me
Preserve the innocence.
I never wanted it to end like this
But flies will lay their eggs.
Take your hatred out on me,
Make your victim my head
You never ever believed me
I am your tourniquet.
What I wanted
What I needed
I got from me.
What I wanted
What I needed
I got from me.
Take your hatred out on me,
Make your victim my head
You never ever believed me
I am your tourniquet.
Take out! Take out!
From me.
I am your Tourniquet.
Not even I believed in Me,
I am Your Tourniquet,.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Mourning
Its numb its broken
It tells me its fragile
Its fluid its flacid
but wants to stay for a while
Monday, April 6, 2009
Sweet jane
Hmmmmmmmm
A fence of broken wires
set to set me apart
from you from me
hmmmmmmmm
never seen so much restriction
of flowing wind and growing grass
growing down at the sea
hmmmmmmmm
this life was so close to not happening
the life lead to end one day
and reach the fence and bleed
hmmmmmmmm
rose petals in the river of blue
scars on the restless few
this was not suppose to be
hmmmmmmmm
Waiting to meet that one
across the fence sitting on his long walnut desk
with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him
I don't mind death
but Dying
hmmmmmmmm
A fence of broken wires
set to set me apart
from you from me
hmmmmmmmm
never seen so much restriction
of flowing wind and growing grass
growing down at the sea
hmmmmmmmm
this life was so close to not happening
the life lead to end one day
and reach the fence and bleed
hmmmmmmmm
rose petals in the river of blue
scars on the restless few
this was not suppose to be
hmmmmmmmm
Waiting to meet that one
across the fence sitting on his long walnut desk
with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him
I don't mind death
but Dying
hmmmmmmmm
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